Grow a Second Head (feat. Theresa Rife)

Though now I sail, began at land
When the world was not an ocean
A serf pondering owners' ships
And some way to float a throne on this

Water moves these little phrases
Backhand slights with hidden praises
Swimming through what the swimmer(s) said
It's like trying to hurt the dead

And just in case the offering fails
I'll spare you the details
What else could be recommended?
"Grow a second head"



Credits
Writer(s): John Acquadro
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